As a being who saw through the future, Tyrion was well aware of the war potential of the Draenei, who were currently extremely weak.

Although they have been running away from the stars, dodging the hatred poured out by the Burning Legion archdemon, evading the merciless pursuit of their former compatriots, and even when facing the berserk orcs whose overall strength is comparable to their own, the Draenei's terrifying instincts and talents are enough to make them a true "war race" from the perspective of a completely impartial third party.

Tyrion had already seen the effects of energy on the Draenei, they received the Light and only needed simple training to become qualified paladins, they accepted evil powers, and they barely needed adaptation to become qualified demon sorcerers, and after death, they were almost instinctive, and soon mastered the cold death energy and became true high-ranking knights.

Even if they are embraced by the Void, lose everything, and become Shattered, these Draenei have a talent for perceiving and using elemental power, even on top of the ancient orc shamans.

Moreover, the Draenei are tall and extremely powerful, and in desperate situations, even a violent orc may not be able to face an adult Draenei male... In other words, what the Delaney exiles lacked was confidence and courage, as well as a desperate determination.

During their 25,000-year-long run, they had developed the habit of escaping, a habit that had brought unimaginable disaster to the Draenei not so long ago.

When the orcs attacked the temple of Carabo, Viren thought they would not succeed, but with the help of demons, the orcs captured three cities of the Draenei at an unimaginable speed, causing at least 200,000 Draenei to die in the war, directly destroying one-third of the Draenei population.

It was also after this incident that both the Prophet Viren and the Draenei civilians changed their way of acting, and it was not until fate pushed them to go to Azeroth, realizing that there was no way back, that the Draenei really made up their minds to fight back.

That's when they really woke up.

But in Tyrion's opinion, it was a little too late to start fighting back 25 years after the Dark Gate, and if they had made up their minds when the Draenei migration ship crashed in the world of Draenor 200 years ago, the current situation in this world would not have fallen so badly.

Even when the orcs started a war, if the draenei could resolutely resist, they relied on the strength of the orc tribe at that time, and even with the secret help of the demons, it was difficult to say whether they could capture Shattrath.

Riding behind a Grim Reaper raven, he silently landed on top of the iconic large mushroom of the Zangar Swamp in the night, and he stood in the darkness, looking at the brightly lit Teredol in the distance, and after seeing the prisoners held near Teredor, the Death Knight had a look of surprise on his face.

He received a secret order from Tyrion to come to the battlefield of Teredor to check the situation, according to the estimation of the Lord of the Darkblade, after the demon raided Teredor, there will definitely be a lot of Draenei corpses left, as long as those corpses are taken away without alarming the Prophet, the badly damaged Hellfire garrison can be very effectively replenished.

"Tyrion, I've arrived in Tyredor."

Roglio says to Tyrion in the Spirit Link:

"But your estimate is wrong, the Draenei didn't retreat, they fought back against the demons, and it seems... They also won, the portal was destroyed, and, if I'm not mistaken, they captured an Abyss Lord and a lot of demons. ”

"Huh?"

Tyrion expressed his surprise and doubts in a short, nasal voice, and after repeatedly confirming the current state of the Zangar swamp, the Great Lord of the Darkblade quickly issued a new order:

"Then it seems that I underestimated our Mr. Viren, so let's go, Rogge, you go meet him instead of me, and tell him that I'm interested in the Abyss Lord they captured, and go and find out their truth by the way!"

"Okay, I got it."

Roglio replied, and after breaking the spirit link, the Death Knight stood up, flicked his wrist, and jumped back onto the Death Raven, and with the terrible chirp of the raven, the Death Knight flew towards Tyredor.

And in this city of the Draenei, under the light of the shining hedron lamps, in the square of the inner city of the huge mushroom, the remains of the warriors who died in the war against the demons were placed in the center of the square, and the survivors stood silently, everyone, whether warriors or civilians, with undisguised sadness on their faces.

A priestess in a long skirt stepped forward, her arm still bandaged and her face pale, she half-knelt before these warriors, and placed the white flower in her hand in front of her, she silently recited the scriptures of the Holy Light, a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, and after the prayer, the tall and silent warriors lifted the sarcophagus and gently lowered it into the crypt under Teredor.

On this night, more than 500 sarcophagi had been placed in it, and the large tomb was almost full.

Prophet Viren sat on the outskirts of the square, he had not been harmed during the battle, but that time he had inspired the warriors, bestowed strength, and the explosion of demon-burning light swept away the vast energy in the Prophet's body, and he was in a state of weakness that could not be concealed, he leaned back in a stone chair, his eyes dark and sad.

Beside him, the equally tired Grand Garrison Marad stood upright, looking out at the corpses of the warriors in the square, dressed in the armor of the dead and holding weapons stained with demonic blood, their cheeks wiped clean, and the solemn faces of the elect of the Holy Light sprinkled the holy water in their hands on the bodies of these warriors.

It's a ritual, and after the appearance of the Death Knight in Draenor, it becomes a kind of protection for the dead, and the remains of these warriors cannot be awakened at least until the holy water loses its effect.

"Do you think it's worth it? Marrad. ”

The Prophet looked at the mournful people, and suddenly he asked:

"We resisted, we won, but we also paid a terrible price, the people lost their loved ones, we did it... Is it really the right choice? ”

This question flashed a trace of anger and helplessness in the eyes of the great garrison, and after a moment, he whispered:

"But if we don't resist, the people will still lose all this, and we have at least one victory compared to the flight as always, the fire of courage in the hearts of the people has been ignited, and after they have seen with their own eyes that the demon is not invincible, they will have the consciousness to raise their arms even in the face of a desperate situation."

"Moreover, we have not gained nothing in this battle!"

The Great Garrison turned his head, and on the battlefield where the Holy Light shone at the feet of Teredore, around the demons who were bound by the chains of the Holy Light, the warriors were patrolling vigilantly, looking at those high-spirited warriors, a smile appeared on the corner of the Great Garrison's mouth:

"Behold, Prophet, it is only one battle that we have gained so many qualified warriors, and with a little training they will become garrisons guarding the people, and only through the tempering of the fire of war can they be called true warriors, and our people, in need of such warriors! There is no doubt about it. ”

There was also a hint of relief on the Prophet's cheeks, and he took a deep breath, and in the weakness of the deprivation within his body, he closed his eyes and whispered:

"So, I actually think it's worth it... Do you know what was on my mind after the battle? The Grand Garrison... The demons, the minions of Kilgardan, are not as powerful or terrifying as we think. ”

"Where the flame of courage does not shine, evil can naturally laugh wildly and act recklessly, and we, we have been in fear for too long, and I am to blame for it... It's that I'm too cowardly, if we choose to fight back in the first place, if we unite with the Holy Light Legion in the first place..."

"It's not your fault, Prophet."

Marrad shook his head, he let out a sigh of relief, and looked up at the starry sky above him: "After all, once, in the longest day of Argus, we all became cowards..."

"Prophet, there is a Death Knight out of the city who wants to see you!"

A golden-robed elect of the Light walked quickly to the Prophet and the Grand Garrison and whispered, "He said he brought Tyrion. News of the Dawn Blade. ”

"Death Knight?"

Viren subconsciously turned his gaze to the remains of those warriors who were being buried in the square, his brow furrowed, and beside him, the great garrison also clenched the war hammer placed at his feet, and he said in a deep voice:

"It's really unsettling that they're coming here at this time."

"But in any case, it was the Darkblade Knights who held back the main force of the demon to relieve our pressure, so let's go meet him first!"

With difficulty, the Prophet held up the staff of the redeemer, and with the help of Malad, walked out of the square of Teredor.

As a paladin, Malrad instinctively hated the Death Knight, and the Prophet saw his ugly face and advised:

"Although the Death Knights were born out of evil, they do not represent evil in themselves, at least in this war, they showed indomitable and heroic, which is worth learning from."

"I know, Prophet."

Marad replied bluntly:

"At least when it comes to fighting demons, they're our allies, but even then, they can't let their guard down, and poor little Irel is a sad precedent."

"But Irel doesn't feel sorry for her, Mr. Grand Garrison."

At the moment when Marrad's words fell, Roglio, who was standing in the darkness ahead, said in a low, hollow voice:

"On the contrary, it was only after death that she felt true relief, wielding her deadly force in the body of a dead man, mercilessly smashing the dogma that bound her and the pale path of light, and sincere prayer alone could not save life!"

The Death Knight softened his tone as he looked at the Prophet and the Grand Guard who had stepped out of Teredor's passage:

"First of all, congratulations on your victory over the attacking demons, but in reality, you don't have much time to celebrate the victory, a powerful demon lord has escaped from the battlefield of Oakington, and it must be hiding somewhere now trying to open a real war portal..."

Rogge looked at the city of Delaney in front of him with a hint of malice, and he said calmly:

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight, the city will be overwhelmed by the swarming demons."

These words made Malrad's eyes gleam fiercely, but the prophet stepped forward at this time, looked at the death knight in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"I guess Tyrion didn't send you to provoke us, let's say, Death Knight, what news did you bring?"

The fierce gaze of Roglio and Malad was blocked by the Prophet's body, and the Death Knight coughed lightly, pointing to the demons behind him, and he said:

"I don't know for what purpose you didn't kill these demons, but the Great Lord of the Darkblade has shown a lot of interest in their existence, and we need to know our opponents better, so Tyrion wants you to hand over these demon captives to us, especially the living Abyss Lord... It's very important to us! ”

"But this is our captives, and cages have been arranged for them on the forbidden ship."

The Prophet pondered for a moment before he playfully said:

"But if you are really willing to accept these troubles, it's not that you can't give them to you, but you should know very well that since it's an exchange, then you also have to show something!"

"The remains of the Draenei stored in the Dark Temple will be handed over to you in the next few days."

Roglio shrugged:

"We can't recruit them anyway."

"Well, that's good."

The prophet nodded with satisfaction: "Then the Forbidden Demon Ship will send these demons to the early tomorrow morning..."

"Directly to the Hellfire Fortress!"

"There, we've already arranged the containment and confinement measures, and these demons will definitely be the best fodder!" ”

As he spoke, the Death Knight stepped forward and held out his hand to the Prophet:

"Well, it's a pleasure to work with."

The Prophet glanced at Roglio and held out his hand to hold it with him:

"This war, happy cooperation!"